Looks can be deceiving
When you look from the outside
Seeing is believing
When your face no longer hides
Deeply creviced corridors
Just ridges of gray matter
Tried and true bold troubadours
Served up on silver platters
Nameless talking heads
With faceless, plastic smiles
Expressions drawn with lead
And fashions out of style
Who makes the call to name-call
Whose decisions are of made gold
When did we drop the ball
When did my face get old
A stomach full of regret
A mind empty of guilt
One reason I should forget
Castles of sand that needs rebuilt
Demands that can’t be fulfilled
War rooms of shattered glass
Crying over milk spilled
While breaking the power of the past
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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